There are many ways of breaking a heart. Stories were full of hearts broken by love,
but what really broke a heart was taking away its dream - whatever that dream might be.
Pearl S. Buck

Friday, August 24


There seems to be a lot more for me to learn about life. I wasn't ready for it all at once, but I am an excellent mermaid, and can ride the tides with ease. I just need a cove for a few days to watch the current before I get back out into the undertow. I need room to make some decisions.

I need a safe place to allow all the thoughts to fly up in the air, watching them like a fairy dance and seeing the colors cascade about in conjunction with each other. Which colors reach you the easiest? Which ones that make you smile the most? Which ones last the longest? Which colors fade and leaving a spot on your retina taking time to disappear?

I want my sketch book, a bag of pencils, a tree and time to make sense of it all... a few kisses wouldn't hurt!

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